Unsought bloodthirst
From forsaken soul.
Now a soulless void.
A pitiful actuality, enslaved.
And urges to drain life adeptly,
Out through plump veins;
A potent inconvenience.
Unbearable centuries lost,
Alone to watch loved ones fade.
They leave to the light,
To waltz without nefarious beasts.
Sweet as juice, metallic hint
of taste burdens the craving.
Missing the blessed light of sun,
Dreading blackened starlight.
Prayer will not soothe hunger
In the pit of rotten stomach.
Pining for silver or stake
To deliver death at long last.
At long last.